Novel & Cerita Black Plain

She sighed again, not able to do anything but sigh. Grace looked outside the window of the cafe, observing all the people that passed by having nothing to do, as she looked through the busy streets, her eyes landed on the billboards that laid on the big buildings, she saw adverts for music videos and perfumes being displayed on them but her eyes caught one in particular the one for Black Entertainment.

said Marissa, "Then theres my mom who's not a Frost. Ever wondered how the cold doesnt bother her aswell?" Now that Marissa brought the subject about her mother up it rung a bell to Diego. She had noticed that the Frosts all had pale white hair, grey eyes and a lighter skin complexion. Queen Zaakirah Frost on the othee hand had charcoal black hair and a tan skin color. She looked just like any other lady in the villages of Winter. "Now that you've mentioned it" Diego said, "yes, i have wondered but i didnt think it was place to ask those sort of questions."

My eyes flickered to his face and I asked, "So, tomorrow we go back into annoying each other?" He nodded with a small smile while his hand that's under my head ran through my hair. He twirled the black ribbon between his finger and questioned, "What does black mean again?" That's why I don't want to lose him. He knows me, everything about me, he knew that I wear the color best suiting my mood. With him, I can be myself. "It means I am making a funeral." I mumbled, "Because this day kinda sucked." A low chuckle rumbled from his chest before he untied the bow and removed the ribbon away. He placed it over the night stand, and at my confused expression, he explained, "The day is almost over, we

The early morning sunlight cast a warm, golden hue over New York City, and Charlotte Evans stepped into the Kingsley Enterprises building with a mix of excitement and apprehension. Her tailored black blazer and crisp white blouse were chosen with care, aiming to blend in with the polished professionals of the prestigious firm. Yet, as she navigated through the sleek, glass-walled lobby, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider in this world of high expectations and immaculate appearances.

She is the daughter of my enemy and she will forever remain that way. I pulled my hands away from her and that made me hit the floor. My eyes became close as I tried to regain balance, no one helped me up from the ground, they left me there. Where I laid was sacred and not everyone can come there. I opened my eyes and looked around, princess Lyra was also on the floor, she must have felt that force as well. The sky began to get dark even though it was still morning. The sun began to fade away. " This is a sign that our sacrifice was accepted and peace shall return to us" the council leader said.